Back to Bollywood

Had a week off from dancing like some crazed buffoon and don't my bones feel it. And I missed it. But that is not my only confession.
I have failed in my yearly attempt to do forty poems in forty days.
I am sorry, I have no excuses for my inability to type my ridiculous efforts for half-baked prose but one of the last poems I entered, said it all.
I was tired, almost too tired to care. Almost too tired to clamber out of bed at stupid o'clock and bother to go to work. I even dreamt about staying in bed all day, then just going to the pub to drown my thoughts.
I did succumb to the pub for the odd pint, so I haven't been a total recluse.
And I have been continuing with the poems, in disorderly batches but the majority of them are as innate as the few I have managed to publish here, so I am not going to bother.
Don't worry, they will always exist somewhere, as I have a book to record them in. I am groaning now at the thought of having to write them down. They are strewn about the living room floor, or on the back of a piece of paper in a pile somewhere.
But I do have a small chance at redemption.
I have just discovered NaPoWriMo  http://www.napowrimo.net/ where folks are challenged to write a poem a day for the month of April. So I will try again.
I know it is 1st April but this is no joke.
I have to give it some attempt at least.
poem WILL come later...
Thank you for reading xx